I'm a sex worker. A prostitute. A whore. Whatever you want to call me, the result is still the same — I sleep with men and I get paid for it. I don't make excuses for what I do. Then I learn how fragile life can be, how in an instant, everything can change. My mother disappears and I'm left to care for my two estranged siblings. I can barely manage to look after myself — how am I supposed to look after a hormonal fifteen-year-old and a five-year-old who has no idea who I am? I just want my old, uncomplicated life back. Especially when he shows up. He's investigating my mother's disappearance, but I can see that it's more than that for him. He thinks he can help me. He thinks he can fix me. Only how can he fix something so broken?